Hearing the man's tone, Song Nuan lifted her gaze from the book and tilted her head to look at Lu Yan.
He was looking at her intently, his gaze deep and intense, with a hint of resentment.
"I have so little time to rest," Lu Yan said. "I've spent it all on you, and you're ignoring me. I'll have to go back to the team soon."
Shouldn't this little girl cherish the rare moments they get to spend alone together?
Lu Yan couldn't quite figure out what was on Song Nuan's mind.
Was reading more important, or was he more important?
Not that he needed an answer, but she should at least spare him a glance, right?
At this moment, he felt like a tool, just there to be moved wherever needed.
Song Nuan pouted slightly and looked at Lu Yan, testing the waters: "Are you mad?"
Lu Yan raised an eyebrow: "A little bit."
Song Nuan tilted her head in thought, then suddenly beckoned Lu Yan over with a sweet smile: "Come a little closer."
